One winter a Farmer found a Snake
stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it
up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the
warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting
on him a mortal wound. "Oh," cried the Farmer with his last breath,
"I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel."